In the howlin' windComes a stingin' rainSee it drivin' nailsInto the souls on the tree of pain.

From the fireflyA red orange glowSee the face of fearRunnin' scared in the valley below.

Bullet the blue skyBullet the blue skyBullet the blueBullet the blue.

In the locust windComes a rattle and hum.Jacob wrestled the angelAnd the angel was overcome.

You plant a demon seedYou raise a flower of fire.We see them burnin' crossesSee the flames, higher and higher.

Whoa, whoa, bullet the blue skyBullet the blue skyBullet the blueBullet the blue.

Suit and tie comes up to meHis face red like a rose on a thorn bushLike all the colours of a royal flushAnd he's peelin' off those dollar bills(Slappin' 'em down)One hundred, two hundred.

And I can see those fighter planesAnd I can see those fighter planesAcross the tin huts as children sleepThrough the alleys of a quiet city street.Up the staircase to the first floorWe turn the key and slowly unlock the doorAs a man breathes into his saxophoneAnd through the walls you hear the city groan.Outside, is AmericaOutside, is AmericaAmerica.

See across the fieldSee the sky ripped openSee the rain comin' through the gapin' woundHowlin' the women and childrenWho run into the armsOf America.